Devastation, smoke curling through the air like a snake ready to strike. Endless grief and pain. The smell of death and musk of many brothels' perfumes would make you choke. It was the hell hole once known as london. No single spark of hope shone.

From small slips in conversation everyone knows the Prewitt brothers to be dead, but what if there is more to the story? What really happened to the infamous first twins? Disclaimer: Characters belong to JKR and song lyrics to Billy Joel.

A hungry inhabitant of the Burrow is in for a long night. Oneshot